William and Iida~

[ It was time for William's yearly eye exam, something the man never looked forward to. And without the optometrist even saying a word to him, he knew he was going to need an increase in his prescription. That was always the case. Obviously, viewing countless cinematic records would put a strain on any reaper's eyes, but it always seemed like his own vision was far worse than any of his fellow coworkers'. With a huff of annoyance, William grabbed the next pair of blank sample frames, pushing them up his nose with the side of his hand. ]

Honestly. How am I supposed to chose a pair of frames if I cannot see what I look like in them? It isn't as though any of these samples have my prescription set into them.

[ Obviously frustrated, William leans in closer to the mirror, squinting to see something. anything! ]